I just realized that by the end of this year, I will have 11 books published, maybe 12. It hit like a bird on the bumper of a Mac truck. (Poof, feathers everywhere.) I have written stories. Not just for me stories but actual real buy them books. Something that I told my mom when I was a kid that I wanted to do. I think that she would be proud (for 5 seconds until she found out what most of them are about) and maybe she would want to read one. (I would highly recommend that she read Death of a Butterfly.) She would call and ask how I was doing on my stories just like I would ask her how she was doing on hers when I was a kid. I would love to get her books into print for myself and the others in the family. Someday I will have the time to do it. Right now, I am eyeball deep in three different stories that may or may not make it into print. I should get off here and get to work on them. I just had to talk about my realization.